Warning: Graphic descriptions.
He watched her from his usual place outside her window. He clung to the tree branches with a firm grip. He was naked and ready. But like always he would just watch.
Bella…
She was touching herself. She was laying naked on top of the covers. Her hands were feather like as they brushed and lightly teased the skin of her breasts, stomach and finally her swollen clit. One of her pale snowy fingers entered herself. Her back arched off the bed and her head tossed to the side. Her skin was a glow in the moonlight.
Jacob watched in rapture as she writhed and twisted on the bed. His hand went to his own raging arousal. In rhythm with Bella's pumping, his hand teased his cock. He growled low in his throat. He listened enthralled by the sound of her escalating heartbeat.
Her body was close to an orgasm. Jacob could tell by the way she was panting and biting her lip to keep from crying out; to keep from waking her father in the next room. Through the slightly opened window her heard her soft and airy gasp.
Jacob sped up his jerking movement and helped himself further along by thrusting his hips into his own hand. The hand that held onto the tree was shaking in anticipation. He felt his whole body quaking.
Bella squeezed down hard on one of her erect nipples, simultaneously setting off her pent up orgasm. She whimpered softly and withdrew her hand from her dripping core; as her breasts arched toward the ceiling. She laid still for a minute then, casually, she reached over to her night stand and grabbed a tissue to wipe off her hand. When it was clean she drifted both hands now lazily over her body. Her breathing began to slow.
Jacob finished with a final thrust and his semen shot from his erection and dropped to the dewy ground below. His eyes half closed continued to watch his naked Bella as his hand released his limp penis.
He felt an incredible urge to enter her bedroom from the window. He wanted to finally run his calloused hands over her soft flesh; to hear her moan for him. He shook his head and leaped gracefully to the ground.
Tonight, like all nights, he would work off his remaining sexual frustration by running.
And then, when the night returned, he would watch again.